Saturday 13.05.00 (Do You See Right Through Me?)

 I love him.
I love him so much!
But why can’t he not love me just as much?? Why?

And I hate pretending that nothing goes on inside me, when he’s around. I hate having to tell myself that I do not want to throw my arms about him.

But I have to do that in order to shield me of all pain…

Because I know, and I will always know, that the feeling’s just not the same.

Michael B,

surely you see right through me…

Or do you?